Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 239: Goodbye, That Slender Figure

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Goodbye, That Slender Figure

Qianyun Pavilion was quiet, except for the two guards at the entrance, it seemed as if there was nobody else inside.

The moment he stepped in, Leng Ji felt a twinge in his heart.

His mood grew heavy in an instant.

Looking at Feng Yexuan’s unchangingly cold and sharp profile, Leng Ji whispered softly, "In the past, at least Qianqian was there to accompany Miss Chu."

Feng Yexuan didn’t speak.

Leng Ji didn’t dare to say more.

But his meaning was clear.

With Qianqian around, even though Chu Qianli was confined within Qianyun Pavilion, she at least had company.

But now, Qianqian was gone, and she had been secluded here alone for seven days and nights.

He had no idea how she had endured these seven days.

"Is she still in the bedroom?" Feng Yexuan’s brows lightly furrowed.

He still vaguely remembered saying once that she was not allowed to step outside her room.

Leng Ji hurriedly said, "I’ll go have a look."

Feng Yexuan didn’t react, and after pondering for a moment, Leng Ji felt that the Prince must have agreed, so he immediately rushed to the bedroom.

However, the door to the bedroom was open, and Chu Qianli’s figure was not inside.

Leng Ji felt somewhat uneasy, not knowing if the Prince would be angry that the Miss had left the bedroom.

Turning around, he saw that Feng Yexuan was already standing not far behind him.

Leng Ji immediately explained for Chu Qianli, "Your Highness, a normal person confined for seven days and nights might go mad. Miss Chu... Miss Chu must really be unable to stand it, that’s why..."

Feng Yexuan’s eyes remained unchanged as he turned around and walked towards the back courtyard.

He heard music.

The sound of a strange musical instrument.

With his knowledge of instruments, he had never before heard such a peculiar sound.

Feng Yexuan quickened his pace.

Leng Ji didn’t know how he felt, whether he was angry or not.

Feeling nervous, he quickly followed behind him.

They soon reached the back courtyard.

From a distance, one could see a girl sitting on a tree in the courtyard.

She wore a white dress, a very special one, light and airy, not silk, but more beautiful than filmy silk.

Her long hair, not styled in any way, simply cascaded down.

When the breeze blew, her smooth hair fluttered lightly.

Her dress fluttered in the wind, undeniably beautiful.

The most attractive part, however, were her feet.

The smooth soles of her feet, because she was sitting on a tree branch, now dangled down.

As her dress was lifted by the wind, those bare, snow-white feet appeared and disappeared...

Feng Yexuan’s heart was struck fiercely.

A woman without any adornment, plain and elegant, was as transcendent as a celestial being.

She leaned against the tree trunk, looking into the distance, seemingly unaware of anyone approaching.

In her hands, she held something to her lips, playing a tune.

This object at her lips produced a melody that was melodious and plaintive.

This instrument was one he had never seen before.

The melody floated on the wind, a kind of indescribable oppression, yet also an ineffable serenity.

Even Leng Ji’s heart tensed up with the tune.

At times it was silent, at times heavy, sometimes seeming to have an epiphany, at other times as if suppressing something.

Finally, somber yet indolent, the mood was indescribable.

He quietly glanced at the Prince, who was still watching the figure in the tree, expressionless, but with a hint of mistiness in his eyes.

Perhaps tired, the girl in the tree stopped playing before the tune was finished.

With the harmonica in hand, she still leaned against the trunk, looking at the distant horizon.

Such a lonely figure...

Feng Yexuan’s heart suddenly clenched.

These past few days, because Chu Huaiyu’s life was hanging by a thread, he hadn’t paid much attention to other matters.

He knew that once she returned, solitude was inevitable.

But, he was actually well aware that before Leng Ji stopped visiting, he would come to Qianyun Pavilion several times each day to keep her company.

He thought that with Leng Ji’s companionship, at the very least, a hint of her heartache could be alleviated.

Yet, he hadn’t expected that upon seeing her again, she would be so profoundly lost in solitude.

This figure, unspeakably frail.

Sitting on the tree, as though she might be blown down by the wind at any moment.

Just as he thought this, whether by coincidence or not, a rather strong gust of wind suddenly blew.

The figure on the tree swayed slightly.

Although Feng Yexuan remained unmoved, even Leng Ji could sense that the Prince was ready to reach out and save her at any moment.

However, this scene of a beauty falling from a tree for a hero to save, isn’t it a bit too cliché?

Somehow, hackneyed.

Could it be that Miss Chu knew they were here?

Leng Ji was in turmoil, on one hand hoping for Miss Chu to have an accident, so the Prince could save her, providing an opportunity for the two of them to come together.

On the other hand, he feared such a trite scene would cause the Prince to grow weary of Miss Chu.

The Prince detested women putting on airs in front of him the most!

Unexpectedly, Chu Qianli only swayed a bit on the tree but quickly steadied herself.

Perhaps feeling insecure on the tree, Chu Qianli decided to come down.

Although she appeared frail and lacked strength, her form was so delicately thin it was beyond words.

Yet, with merely a gentle flick of her wrist, as if she had thrown something, she caught onto the branch above her head.

Afterwards, she descended leisurely.

The entire scene was like a fairy descending from the heavens, so beautiful it defied description!

If he didn’t know he shouldn’t look, Leng Ji would probably be unable to resist staring endlessly.

Later, as a wave of cold air struck him, he quickly lowered his head.

Miss Chu wasn’t wearing shoes, no, it seemed she had them on, for the moment she landed, Leng Ji stole a quick glance and clearly saw her slipping on shoes.

But those shoes... why could he still see her snow-white feet?

As for what followed, Leng Ji dared not look.

He didn’t have the nerve.

Feng Yexuan was also staring at Chu Qianli’s feet.

Had Qianyun Pavilion fallen into such poverty that they didn’t even have a decent pair of boots?

Those shoes, tattered and full of holes!

Almost the instant she landed, Chu Qianli sensed the presence of intruders in the courtyard.

Turning around, even though they were far apart, her gaze met Feng Yexuan’s.

There was a moment of shock.

After the shock, her emotions seemingly calmed swiftly.

Stepping in those slippers that Feng Yexuan considered utterly shabby, she leisurely approached him, tipping her body forward slightly, "I’ve seen the Prince."

Feng Yexuan felt an inexplicable constriction in his heart.

He thought that upon seeing him again, she would certainly resent him for protecting another woman previously.

It never crossed his mind that upon seeing her again, she would be so calm and collected.

Even, gracious and polite.

Feng Yexuan’s brows furrowed slightly as his gaze once again fell on her feet.

"Are the people of my Prince Residence so destitute?"

Chu Qianli looked down at her slippers.

After a moment of surprise, she suddenly laughed, "The Prince has misunderstood, these are shoes from my hometown, called slippers."